Warm touch. Vanilla scent. And crimson blood. I have never thought that I would be fighting for my life. Ever since I turned five I have known my 'destiny'. I have known about the contract and that I couldn't do anything to get free, but I've never thought that what I'd be fighting with was myself. "He's too close. I can't reach my blades. I put my hand on his chest to push him away and with the other one I grab his - this time - silver hair. He feels that I dont want him near and it just encourages him more. My brain knows that what's happening isn't eternally my choice, but my whole body pulls itself even closer to his. I sigh deeply, because I'm well aware that it's another one of his little games, and that I'm pretty screwed. I can feel his smile whilst he just slightly touches my neck with his lips." "Touch of a cold grip of 'The Nasmir' makes my spine shiver, as I'm taking shallow breaths of the hot oxygen. The sword is silvery and it lights up with purple shadow on the blade. Before I know it, the weapon takes its place in my hand. I can hear heavy footsteps and the temptation of using Nasmir grows unconditional. Meaning of the 'kiss of death' becomes literal to me." "I call his name. His full name, even though I know how it's gonna end."

Yoongi and Hoseok's grandmothers met recently, and are now the best of friends trying to set them up. @SOCIALSEOK EDIT: i published this March 2018, and it's now August 2019, and i just want to say re-reading this book it's so embarrassing, like i don't even know what i was doing. the plot is all over the place and nothing makes sense. but the book has really good/high ratings to the point where i've been asked to write a sequel. so idrc anymore. it's just all corny, but my writing style has changed for the best. adding to the fact that this was one of my FIRST works i've ever published, so i was simply experimenting with my ideas and trying to get my writing out there /:

in which taeyong thinks he is ugly and chittaphon tries to help --